Tuesday, January 31, 2012
i sit at the bench. warm air caressing me and sunlight radiating my face. this is a familiar space, a bench i've gone to a handful of times on those days where the beach beckons me.
i sit with hope, sorrow, confusion, angst, desire, questions....my normal companions. as i nestle into the wood frame, only myself and the solitude and silence that sit down as well, i wiggle. loneliness reminds me life is not as it should be and i was created for more. temptation challenges me to go and do something to make it go away.
i sit, squirmy.
the sun beaming down over me and the lovely breeze rushing by invite me to settle in.
sit for a while.
the vast pacific reminding me of beauty, art, design, forethought, creativity, pleasure...all for us.
invited in to beauty. painted sky and rushing waves...in and out, in and out the ocean's dance flows in her rhythm.
a runner scurries by.
two friends chatter and her dog barks.
the man caresses his pregnant wife's hair.
another lays out his lawn chair.
the waves come, and the brezze wooshes by, and the sun beams his brilliant light.
and i see.
i taste the life.
a light show before me. unexpected fireworks and sparkly delights.
the people drown out, the vast beauty of creation narrows, and all i can focus in on is the dancing wonders.
flicker, flicker. jumping from here to there. in and out, in and out with the waves current.
my sparkly wonders.
the sun's sparkly wonders.
i can't take my eyes away, zeroed in on the playful dance before me.
the sun shines bright and the reflection joyously flutters about.
celestial glitter. flickers of wonder. reflections of the sun.
i feel like someone sneaking in on a party, longingly wanting to play too.
my heart tugs and i see.
i have been invited. the kingdom dance is happening all around me. i get to play. i am not alone. each flickering light comes and goes, shines and goes away again, each resplendent capturing a different angle of the sun.
i cannot NOT see now, light all around me. enveloped by the sun. sharing in the flickering lights.
come and play.
That's what baptism into the life of Jesus means. When we are lowered into the water, it is like the burial of Jesus; when we are raised up out of the water, it is like the resurrection of Jesus. Each of us is raised into a light-filled world by ourFather so that we can see where we're going in our new grace-sovereign country.
So, my very dear friends, don't get thrown off course. Every desirable and beneficial gift comes out of heaven. The gifts are rivers of light cascading down from the Father of Light. There is nothing deceitful in God, nothing two-faced, nothing fickle. He brought us to life using the true Word, showing us off as the crown of all his creatures.